This is a rough chapter...don't read if you are sensitive or under 13...
And for those of you who don't remember...SAM IS HER EX
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The distant sound of the light rain tapped against the window. My heart hammered inside my chest furiously.
What the hell?!
What in the world happened here?!
I bet he's just messing with me...Yeah...that's it...
I shook my head trying to clear my mind. Taking a large intake of breath, my mind kept one thought in mind...could he be right? Could I be just a rebel kind of thing?
Didn't I want to be a fling or something like that? you know...a no strings attached kind of thing...
That feels wrong. Completely and utterly wrong.
Ugh.
Damn you Mark...
My mind was still foggy and confused when the door ringed again.
Great.
I stomped to the door and as I approached it, all my confussion transformed into anger. How dare he come to my house and act like that? He was definately an arrogant and obnoxious ass. And I was about to tell him so.
"What the hell are you-" I stopped midsentence because I wasn't talking to Mark.
An entirely different person stood in front of me. Another person that I thought that I would never see again...
Sam's brown eyes were watching me...but he didn't seem happy...
He was a wreck. Just like last time that he came over. His clothes were rugged and there were dark circles under his eyes. Unlike last time, his brown eyes seemed dark and somewhat dangerous.
"Were you expecting someone?" He asked in a cold voice, making me flinch. I noticed his hands clenched in tight clasps.
"What-" I cleared my throat. Be nice, Emily. "Uhm...hi Sam..."
It seemed like it was the worst day to sent Sean away...this whole thing felt wrong and it was starting to creep me out. Sam didn't seem like the guy I used to know. He felt...dangerous.
I stood rooted to the wall, blocking the way to pass through. It seemed like a really bad idea to let him in. Just as that thought passed my mind, Sam pushed me inside in a not so gentle manner and closed the door after him.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
My eyes roamed all over the room to find my stupid cell phone, but then I remembered that I had left it charging on my bedstand. On the second floor.
That's just great.
My shoulder panged from the push he gave me and I instantly started rubbing it. "Why was that for, Sam?" I asked angrily.
Sam was frozen watching me from the door as my heart plummeted inside of me and I was sure that it was going so fast and loud that even he could hear it. The fact that Scott had been rather worried about this exact situation from happening, worried me more.
"Were you going to let me in?" His voice was really cold and dark. It made me flinch.
"What do you want?" I took a step back.
"Are you afraid of me?" He asked rather slyly. His lips tugged up, but rather than a smile, it seemed more like a menacing gesture.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Think of something!
Ignoring his question, I looked down on myself. "Do you want coffee? You could start the kettle while I change...I look like a mess..." I trailed innocently as I turned my back to him and started to walk towards the stairs in a non-chalant mode. Like a normal thing. I needed to get upstairs and text Sean about this whole thing.
I was about to step on the stairs when Sam grabbed my hand. "We need to talk." His hazel eyes swept all over my face stopping on my lips. A shiver went down my spine.
"I need to change." I added stubbornly.
"You look good to me." His hand tightened on my arm and he led me to the kitchen.
I was really starting to panic right now. I was even praying for annoying Mark to come back for something. I knew Mom wouldn't come back in a few hours and there was no one else I could turn to.
Still holding me, I started on the coffee. I moved my arm and glared at him. "You can let go."
"What if I don't want to?" he whispered by my ear.
I stopped fussing on the coffee machine and turned to him, "what's going on, Sam?"
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. His hold loosened and eventually he let go of me. I watched him concerned. He was not the guy that I met back on LA. He was different and I refused to acknowledge that I was the cause for it.
"Are you ok?" I tilted my head as his hazel eyes searched mine.
He shook his head and looked down.
"Can I help you?" I felt the urge to touch him in a friendly gesture. But thought better of it.
His head shot up instantly, "You can stop screwing around."
His words flared my anger. "I'm not screwing around!" I crossed my arms and glared at him, "and even if I were, that is not of your business!"
Sam's eyes darkened and he took a menacing step towards me, "it is my business!"
"No. It isn't, Sam!" I was full on screaming at him, "you broke everything the moment you slept with another woman, you moron!"
He took another step forward while I took one back. "It was just sex."
"You're an asshole." I stated bitterly. I took another step back but I was cornered for the second time in that day.
"And you are mine."
He roughly grabbed my chin and pressed his lips on mine. I closed my mouth but he bit me hard. I gasped and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. I could taste my own blood. My hands started to roam all over the counter in an attempt to grab anything to hit him with. He was one step ahead of me because he pressed each palm on to my hands effectively trapping me.
My eyes were now tearing up as he roughly kissed me without permission. He pressed his body against mine and I could feel that he wanted to take things much further. I fought him trying to move my head and release my hands but he was much stronger than me.
In a final attempt to free from him I started to kick him as he lifted me with one hand and holding my hands with the other. He flinched after a few kicks and stopped kissing me.
His eyes were almost black and I could see the desire in them. His lips were tinted red from my blood. The man before me was scary and absolutely dangerous. I could see what he intended to do and I was absolutely frightened of him succeeding.
"Stop it, Sam" I said after licking my bruised lip, "this isn't you..." Tears were rolling down my cheeks. The scariest thing is that I couldn't see a flick of any kind of emotion in his eyes. He seemed void.
"You are worse than Sonya. You are screwing around with the alleged prince so you can get pregnant and tie him to you!"
I shook my head as I closed my eyes, "Stop it, Sam."
"You are mine, Emily." He shook me roughly, "you will never be his...ever!"
Someone banged on the front door and I heard someone screaming my name. "I'm here!" I screamed from the top of my lungs, "Help m-" Sam punched me in the stomach making me gasp for air. I felt my wrists being released as blackness engulfed me.
The last thing I remember was his cold voice by my ear, "this isn't over."